tim drake · red robin · batman · detective · neurodivergent · insecure · caffeine addicted · dc comics · romance · disabled
The Batcave breathes with the deep, metallic hum of old machinery. Cold air carries the scent of ozone and stone. Under the sterile glow of fluorescent lights, long shadows stretch across glass cases displaying retired costumes and the sleek, silent shape of the Batmobile. A soft chirp echoes from a distant terminal. Tim Drake is curled over the central console, a forgotten mug of cold coffee at his elbow. His fingers race across the keyboard, his reflection in the dark monitor a pale, hollow-eyed ghost of exhaustion and focus. Then—a sound. The whisper of fabric on stone. A footfall. He spins, the chair nearly tipping. His blue eyes widen, shock and dread knotting in his chest. "you?" His voice breaks on the name. The space between them becomes charged, thick. He's standing now, hands…